A/N : I'm incredibly sorry for all the spelling mistakes in the last chapter.

Disclaimer : I do not own Glee.

I smiled at our conversation because it was so natural. It wasn't me trying to be someone else to get her to like me more. I was just being myself, the real Quinn Fabray.

A few hours after, I woke up from a nap and my mother's silhouette was towering over me. On her face, there was a smile and a look like when mothers look at their baby while they're sleeping, as if they were hypnotized by the cuteness.

"Stop looking at me like that, mom, it's creepy" I chuckled, turning my head to look elsewhere.

"Am I making you uncomfortable, Quinnie?" she asked. I could actually hear her smirking through her voice. "I saw Rachel come out of the hospital when I arrived"

Wait, Rachel was here? And I didn't even get to see her, or speak to her. She probably didn't want to wake me, maybe I looked like I was in a profound sleep and didn't want to disturb me. Darn. "She was here?" I asked.

"Well she said that you were sleeping, and that she didn't want to wake you because you were as cute as a little baby. So I went up here and took a look for myself. And she's right, you look like a little baby when you sleep. That just reminds me of how you were when you were a kid. You were so tiny, so..."

"Mom, stop. Now's not the time to get all emotional" I mumbled, holding my hand out for my mother to take hold of it, which she did.

Her eyes started watering, but stopped when I told her that we shouldn't get emotional, "You're right. But I wanted to talk to you about something. Something concerning you, Quinnie" My mother said.

I nodded once for her to continue.

"When I saw Rachel, she seemed very enthusiastic, and maybe a little over-joyed. So being a little curious, I asked her why, and she said that you two were going on a date together. Is that true?"

I felt like I couldn't hear anything around me right after her question. Like my whole body had become numb because of the shock. Rachel told my mother about this? I was currently feeling two emotions at a time ; Worried, and somehow happy. I felt worried because I had no idea what my mother would say when and if I answer her question. But I also felt happy to know that Rachel wasn't scared of telling people about these things, that way it would be easier for us to tell people that we're together- If ever we become a couple.

I gathered up my courage for what seemed like the tenth time since I woke up from the coma, and opened my mouth to let out one single and simple word. "Yes" I stated.

I scanned my mother's face and expressions for what seemed like a billion seconds, but I couldn't see anything, only blankness. I then watched her sit down on the chair and take deep breaths. I watched as she inhaled and exhaled, and then I closed my eyes, waiting for a response. A hopefully positive response.

"Do you know what God thinks about relationships like the ones you're hoping to have with Rachel?" she started. I rolled my eyes at this and I was already ready to protest, but she held her hand up in order for me to let her continue. "I don't know what he thinks. We can't know, nobody can know. But do you want to know what I think?" she asked. I nodded at her question, with teary eyes, I was wondering what she was going to say... "I think that you should follow your dreams. I remember when I first met your father, it was like love at first sight. Then we started getting to know each other and I figured out that he was the one I wanted to be with for the rest of my life, I figured out that he was my dream 'man'" she said, chuckling at her last sentence.

I hadn't seen my dad in such a long time. Mostly because my mother had told him to go away when I was near to giving birth to Beth. So he left, and I never saw him again. But I didn't want to, especially not now because I know that he would be the first person trying to stop be from being with Rachel if ever he found out about me.

"So if Rachel is the person you want. If you see in her eyes, what I once saw in your fathers. If you look at her like I look at him. I say that you should just go for it. You have spent so much time trying to find love, you've tried so hard trying to love a boy, and it never worked out. So I guess that they're not for you. Quinnie... Be whoever you want to be, because God is meant to accept you for who you are." she said, ending her sentence there, with a soft smile placed on her lips.

Oh how I adore my mother... If I could get out of this bed easily, I would already have jumped into my mom's arms. But I can't, because my legs do not work. Keep hoping, Quinn, you'll get there someday.

"Thank you, mom" I said, even though my voice was shaking. My emotions were everywhere, I was overwhelmed, overjoyed and relieved.

"We should get you back home so that you can continue planning that date of yours" she grinned, letting go of my hand and then getting up from the chair, straightening her shirt as she did so.

We prepared all of my things, and Gemma helped my mother to get all of the flowers that people had brought to me, into the trunk of our car. They had left me in my hospital room, and I was now in my wheelchair, rolling around the room. I ended up at that exact place where my journey in the parallel world had ended. The place where I had managed to touch Rachel's gold star that she had secretly placed into my hand. It was a truly magical moment.

I made the most of the time when my mother was outside preparing the car, to take a trip to Jason's room.

I slowly pushed the door open and I was taken by surprise when I examined his body. Jason was leaning his back on the giant pillows of his bed, and his eyes were open, reading a book that he held in his hands.

Arching my eyebrows, my hands had left the wheels of my wheelchair and had moved to my lap. "Jason?" I said, with an oh so quiet voice. I wasn't sure if he could hear me at first, but he soon turned his head and gave me a smile, "Fabray, good to finally meet you in real life" he chuckled.

I moved closer to his bed and fought the tears that were forming themselves in my eyes. I brought my hand up to his bed, and hit his arm.

"Ow ! Hey, what was that for?" he screeched, rubbing his arm.

"You have no idea how much you scared us ! Your girlfriend and I were really worried, the doctors were nearly going to stop everything and just leave you because they thought that you wouldn't ever wake up. They literally had no hope anymore ! Do you believe that ? I mean, they aren't allowed to just cut the tubes and let you die!" I exclaimed.

"Calm down Fabray, I'm here now" he beamed.

I shook my head ad his smile, and then smiled back although I had no idea how he wasn't taking this subject seriously. The doctors nearly gave up on him, and he was acting as if it wasn't a big deal.

"And I'm glad you are" I replied.

"So did you get your girl?"

I nearly forgot that I had told him about Rachel... "You're unbelievable" I told him. He just shrugged. "I asked her out on a date, and she said yes" I said, placing a wild grin upon my lips. The type of smile that children had whenever they got their Christmas presents.

"Look at you. You're smiling" He pointed out.

"I know. I'm really grateful for everything. Everyone has been so great since I woke up. They haven't been pitying me and they're treating me as someone normal. Not someone who is going to be stuck in this chair for possible a few weeks, or months" I explained.

Jason and I talked for a few minutes before I figured that my mother would be searching for me. I exited his room, telling him that he needed some rest and that I would be back with a get well soon gift next time I come to visit him.

I rolled back to my room, where my mother was waiting for me, sat down on the hospital bed where there were no longer those plain and white bed sheets.

"Ready to go?" she asked, tilting her head up to take a good look at me. She approached me and knelt down in front of my wheelchair, taking hold of him think and turning my head left and right, seemingly examining my face.

"Uh, mom?" I questioned. Why was she doing this? I felt weird right now, somewhat uncomfortable.

"Hm, nothing. It's just, that girl, Rachel will be one lucky girl if you ever get together. You're so beautiful, Quinnie."

"Oh come on, mom, stop. Lets get going" I chuckled, shuffling out of her reach.

"You're the one who's never into these kind of conversations" she teased.

I huffed, taking hold of her arm and rolling out of the room, dragging her out with me. "Maybe it's because I can easily get emotional, mother" I giggled, then pausing my hands to think. "Mom, how am I going to get into the car? I mean, you can't carry me, you're smaller than me, you won't be able to carry me"

"Are you questioning my strength?" she joked, shaking her head as she rolled me outside and then next to our car. "That's why your friend is here" she smiled.

I obviously had no idea what she was talking about, so I held that confused look on my face as I looked around. Then, I nearly jumped out of my wheelchair when Sam appeared from the other side of the car, with a grin. "Your mother asked for some help." he said.

I turned to my mother with raised eyebrows and she shrugged, "What? I don't really like that Finn guy"

I shook my head, "Unbelievable" I chuckled. "Well, since you're here, Sammy, could you please get me into the car. I need to get away from this hospital" I pleaded.

The blonde boy nodded and carried me out of my chair and placed me into the car, being very careful with my legs ad he did so.

My mother drove back home, with Sam in the backseat, a smile on his face. Once we arrived at home, I finally felt less homesick.

Sam carried me out of the car and rolled my wheelchair into my house, with me in it, of course. Then he helped my mother get all of the objects out of the trunk, and into my home.

We had a snack and then he said that he had to head to the coffee shop to see Mercedes and Kurt so he left us alone.

It wasn't easy getting around the house because of all the furniture that seemed to be crowding every single room. I couldn't even go to my room, which was upstairs, so my mother said that the guest room downstairs would be my room for now.

A few days and nights past by, and I was slowly getting used to going around in a wheelchair, even though it was complicated at times. But I was getting there, and still hoping that my legs would somehow feel something, but nothing happened for now.

I was also very busy planning the date. After all, it had to be absolutely perfect, because Rachel herself was perfect. Some people say that perfection doesn't exist, but I say that they're wrong, because it does exist. Rachel Berry is the perfect person for me.

The evening had come, and I was stressed out, speeding around the house. My nervousness was killing me right now. I think that I might have gone around the living room three times right now, looking for my mobile phone. I was almost annoyed to a point that I grabbed for the land line phone and typed in my number, waiting to hear my ringtone.

I rolled over to the sofa and plunged my hand behind one of the big cushions, "There it is !" I exclaimed to myself.

I put the land line phone back to it's place and typed down a number on my mobile. Pressing call right after.

"Puck?" I asked, when the ringing had stopped.

"Baby mama!"

"Are you ready?"

"Hell yeah ! Are you?"

"I'm so nervous..."

"Oh come on, you're going to rock this date! Rachel is gonna love it !"

"I hope so. I'll see you in 2 minutes?"

"Sure thing, I'm on my way !"

Those words echoed in my head. 'I'm on my way'... Those words seemed to be so powerful to me.

"Quinn?"

"Yeah. Yeah alright, see you soon"

"Yup, bye"

I shoved my phone into my pocket and rolled over to a mirror. I was wearing some plain jeans, and a white and pink striped jumper over a plain white t-shirt. I know, it wasn't anything romantic, but Rachel was could to dress simple, also. I had texted her one day before to tell her that.

Waiting right in front of my closed front door, I heard the doorbell ring.

Two seconds later Rachel was standing in front me of me with the sweetest smile on her face. She was wearing black jeans, which looked incredibly good on her. And those legs... Focus, Quinn. Rachel was also wearing a light pink top and she had a white scarf lazily tied around her neck. And she was absolutely stunning.

"Rachel, you look beautiful."

"As do you, Miss Fabray" she beamed.

I flushed at her words and turned my head to look away from the beautiful person in front of me, but Rachel made me look back at her when she took a few steps forward and bent down to place a gentle kiss on my cheek.

And now my cheeks were burning. Plus, I was pretty sure that my face had turned red now.

"You're blushing again, Quinn" she teased.

"I know... I have to try and... Control that. Somehow" I mumbled, then looking up to the outstanding brunette. "Let's go outside" I stated.

Rachel nodded and when we were outside, Noah's car arrived almost immediately, parking into the driveway. "Hello, Miss Berry. Miss Fabray. This evenining I will be your driver. My name is Noah Puckerman, but you can both call me Puck. Where is your first destination?" he asked.

What a goofball.

"You know where you have to take us, Puck. I told you already" I said. From the corned of my eye, I could see Rachel fiddling with her hands, she surely had no idea of where we were going. And, being the impatient type of person, she probably couldn't wait, so she was probably just doing something to occupy her instead of asking me where we were going, knowing that I wouldn't tell her.

Noah rolled my wheelchair to his car, and carried me out of it and placed me into the back seat, where Rachel joined me soon after.

Then he started driving to the place where I had planned the date. It wasn't somewhere formal, which explains the choice of clothing.

After one hour of driving, we arrived, Rachel curiously looked out of the window and said, "Your cafe?" turning to look at me with a questioning look.

I nodded in agreement and Puck came to carry me out of the car. Rachel followed out and then Puck said, "I'll be waiting in here until you need me" with a smile.

I rolled up to the doors of the cafe and I could already hear the sounds coming from the inside. From the look on Rachel's face, so could she. I think she knew what type of cafe this is now, because she was beaming timidly.

We arrived inside and were immediately greeted by a waiter. The place wasn't crowded, but there were enough people to say that the place was warm. The waiter led us to a table and we sat down. I was still smiling at Rachel, and she was still smiling at me. We only stopped gazing at each other when the waiter presented the menu of the day.

Both of us chose something simple, and vegan. This place only served vegan food, and Rachel smiled when she looked at the menus, because I remembered that she's vegan.

While we were eating, we shared a comfortable conversation, listening to the people that were on the mini stage at the center or the room.

The cafe was a music cafe. Some people came there to eat, some people came there to sing. And some of them did both. There were only small-time singers, singing on stage. And to say that they sounded much better than some of the more popular artists. They had talent, and a passion for singing, and for making people smile. At the end of each song, they ended with a message to one of their friends, of family, or just a random person in the cafe. The place was the type of place where everyone talked with everyone. It felt like home.

Rachel was about to talk again, but someone stopped her. The man that was currently on stage said, "Now I'd like to call someone who reserved a table in this cafe four days ago. Someone who would like to express her love for someone special, by singing a song. Please give a round of applause for Quinn Fabray, everyone !"

And everyone started clapping loudly. I even got a standing ovation before I even arrived on stage.

Leaving the table, Rachel watched me adoringly with those beautiful brown eyes of hers.

When I arrived on stage, people stopped clapping in order for me to be able to talk. "I'd like to sing this some for someone special. And I'd also like to thank her for giving me a chance to show her that she's everything for me. I've always been in love with her, and this is me, singing a song to tell her about my feelings." I said, talking into the microphone.

A/N : The next part of the date will be in the next chapter ! I hope you liked this.